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From: | Pol Gilliam |
Subject: | [Javaweb-submit] TV dinner |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 11:03:35 +0300 |
Let me feel that we are together, andI dont care
about all the rest.
They wouldnt have her unless she was one of
themselves. Perfectly lovely shewould look in a mantilla. But of course it is the
womenwho are to blame in the first place. I want to buy a little present to takeback
to England with me. Hehad become so insignificant to her she was dazed. She began to
feelthat he was making it up.
He looked at her with black, unseeing eyesand a
mask-like face.
Wouldnt you like to come upand have a look at her?
Thefuture to me is like a big tangle of black thread.
He sat down again in front ofher and put his hands
out to her, looking into her face.
Curious how fresh and luminous her facelooked in
contrast to his.
Anyhow, I cant tell him at once,because I hear he
is away at present.
And so I dont mean anything to you at all? But he
had wanted to be high up, becauseof his stars, and this was the place that pleased
him.
Im afraid my intentions when I called at thestudio
were not as pure as they might have been.
I dont think he ever thoughtof another woman as
being flesh and blood, after he knew me. Was it possible she had been so closely
entangledwith an absolute nothing? But she threw the pencil down, having no more
interest in herwriting.
Youre very important indeed, I assure
you.
Why, isnt it the same with the German men
andofficers?
The weather changes so suddenly, and really one
needs a littlereinforcement.
So Ithought Id better come and see how far things
had gone.
Why, isnt it the same with the German men
andofficers? Andnot one of the maids, because they were speaking
English.
For some momentshe watched her as she sat sewing.
She flusheddeeply,But Im not as important as you, am I?
Do let me fill your cup, Countess Hannele.
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